Chapter 4

Violet's POV

Early the next morning, I went to the supermarket downstairs to buy necessities.

At checkout, I handed over the card I usually used.

A few seconds later, the cashier awkwardly handed the card back:

"Miss, the transaction was declined."

The customers queuing behind me cast strange looks.

I took back the card. My phone immediately showed a message from Xavier:

"Card's canceled. Want to spend money? Come back and apologize."

I switched to my own savings card to pay, picked up the shopping bag, and walked out of the supermarket.

As soon as I got home, my phone vibrated.

It was a bank text message: Your joint account ending in 8899 has been forcibly redeemed and $200,000 transferred out.

The note said household expenses.

That was our joint account. Most of the money in it was from my early savings.

Including what my father gave me and what I earned from working.

Xavier was openly robbing me.

The phone call came immediately after.

"Violet, did you see the deduction notice?"

Xavier's voice was self-righteous.

"This is a fine for your tantrum. That two hundred thousand dollars is compensation for Amber. Don't feel wronged. When you do something wrong, you pay the price."

Amber's voice came through in the background:

"Xavier, how do I turn this on? Can only your girlfriend use it?"

Xavier hurriedly brushed it off:

"Think it over carefully. Contact me when you've come to your senses."

With that, he hung up.

I took a screenshot of that deduction text and sent Xavier a message:

"Illegally transferring money from my account—24 hours to return it, or I'll file a complaint with the werewolf council."

Protection of property in the werewolf world was clearly regulated by law.

It was enacted twenty years ago after two packs went to war over a financial dispute, when the alpha King issued a new law.

The purpose was probably to prevent packs from going to war over such small matters.

Although I believe the werewolf world has become peaceful recently purely because Lucas's mediation methods are too terrifying—and everyone can't beat him anyway.

After returning to the apartment, I opened my computer and pulled up the spending records from all these years.

Thanks to Xavier's habits—he had an extremely strong need for control and required every large expenditure of mine to be recorded, which conveniently left me with perfect evidence.

Late at night, a post popped up on social media.

The profile picture was Amber's. The photo background was my former bedroom. She wore my pajamas, taking a selfie in front of the mirror.

Caption: "The old owner's taste isn't bad, but now it's mine."

Immediately after, a private message lit up.

"I used all your skincare products for you. No sense wasting them. He's sleeping so soundly next to me."

I calmly typed a reply:

"I wore those pajamas when I had a skin disease and didn't wash them. The skincare products expired three months ago. Enjoy using them."

The other side immediately showed "typing..." for a long time, but ultimately sent nothing.

What I said was of course fake, just to disgust her.

Looks like I succeeded.

At 3 AM, I had insomnia.

I got up and stood by the window for a while, then contacted a werewolf lawyer.

These legal team members, uniformly trained by the Kingdom Academy, usually handled interpretation of various laws issued by the alpha King.

They also took on some legal business.

By the way, because they belonged to the alpha King, no one dared to retaliate against them when dissatisfied with litigation results.

After handling these matters, I went back to bed to sleep.

In my dream, Xavier gave me his first gift, swearing to treat me well for a lifetime.

When I woke up, my phone showed a bank deduction text.

That lifetime turned out to be only seven years.

You want to talk money? Then let's settle accounts one by one.